My CourtCase
Insanity's blistering reality, a seasonal parody,
The wind's whistling song sings sweetly to me.
Sea a see of infinite variety, legs across the ocean,
Things need to just stop, yet, things are already in motion.
Feigning devotion to God's son's imaginary 'God',
Sod's law dictates an improvised artistic draw.
Intention's accidents sprout daughters of son's,
The sun's dawn is bright, yet the war is not yet ones.
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Embracing clarity, sitting back, slumped in a tattered chair,
Sewage seemingly seeps through the shattered layer.
The needle clings to cavernous ridges of his fingerprint,
A tight pore of drug abuse breathes relief, the end of a stint.
Two millimeters of inches thick dust settles across my arm,
Looking left looking right, nothing coming, no cause for alarm.
The blurred reflective surface at his base smiles back,
An abyss of infected needles, yet his pupil's retract.
A scene plagued with gloomy fact, inseminated with doom,
His life is at the other end of the thread through the loom.
His sturdy thread unravels, the needles and blood fall,
Draining through the blackhole's plughole's sign of withdrawal.
The loud clapping of the audience for his unreal performance,
The quiet tapping of the bomb squads technological importance.
Shreds of timber fly through the room, echoing messages in the air,
Awaking his latent spirits, "THEY'RE COMING." Truth or Dare?
His person's natural flair, but what could prepare?
Staring death's justice in the glasses he hid within his hair.
Sprinting in through the remnants of the doorway,
Their laser sights obstructed by the thick haze.
His eyes open, his smile grows clear, his scream penetrates ear,
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'Gun shots fired.. kccchhh.' He can sense their fear.
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Absorbing the thick leather chair, his nerves found peace,
Eyes quaking at the unseen disturbance in the room's ease.
Hands lifting amidst tensed muscular reflexes, his fingers tight,
Shivering in the warm room, clawing at the unnatural light.
Frustrated families agitate the agitated atmosphere,
For his calm, yet, confused presence provokes fear.
A lone tear travels the cracked roads of her facad,
Caught in roads, zig-zagging before they embrace release's drab.
Her eyes penetrate him as they did once before, on that moonlit night,
Raping Emily in the damp apres-rain streets, she amplified her fright.
A cracked smile escaped, kissing the air, his yellowed teeth publicised,
Standing and walking towards her, pure anger flowed. She wasn't surprised.
My arm ripped open in exhibitionist glory, showering the jury with life,
A second my right leg, splattering the Judge, portraying that fateful night.
Seventeen shots pouring across the woodtiled floorboards,
The dust lifting up in their wake in celebratory hoards.
Seventeen seconds for their seventeen souls, seventeen seconds,
His mental, physical, socio-economic lifelong investments.
Lost to the frost of God's children's reduced cost,
Staring at their families, a tear fell at a loss.
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A final second of ecstacy, alarm clocks beeping,
Sanity's incarnate incapacity is seeping.
Heart beats skip and leep, Running through space,
They can't see him, without existence he moves without trace.
Yet I'm in bed, looking up at the cracked bald ceiling,
The sterile white paint's peeling, my mind's eye is reeling.
Looking at my phone's incoherent vibrations,
Rubbing my temples, escaping drug's impregnations.
Taking a moment to understand myself, to comprehend my face,
I look at the screen, 'Appointment:- Your Courtcase'.
Seventeen families awaiting him, but he hasn't done anything,
An innocent man, but they don't say the same thing.
'Split-Personality' etched into his chest, sitting up but he can't,
Three bullet wounds in his chest and armed guard in place of a plant.
The nurse eyes him with an unadulterated purest of disdain,
A cry of blood dilluted life explodes, the human race's pain.
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Again, and again, and maybe once more,
Yet that isn't enough, I still implore.
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"You are being tried for the rape of Seventeen young women, Sir."
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-Deviate
It's my birthday today, so I figured I might aswell drop now... Won't have time later.
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